"Lying there, torn apart, inside and out, I
knew I was lost. I would never see the world
again. I was left alone to become a creature
of the dark.

"Then for the first
time in my adult life a very old tune from
childhood started going through my head. It
was my voice, but it sounded like a little
boy singing the same line over and over
again. The child that I had once been was
singing full of innocence, trust, and hope.
"Jesus
loves me, da
da da ..." There was only that bit of the
tune and those few words that I could
remember. We had sung those words in Sunday
school when I was a child.

"Somewhere out there in that vast darkness
there could be something good. There is
someone who might love me. I didn't have any
theological interest about what it meant. It
was simply a spontaneous recollection from
my Sunday school days: Jesus loves me. Jesus
loves me. Jesus loves me."